I bit all my nails this week. I don't know if I've been anxious, or bored, or hungry, or restless. I've felt all of those things. I feel like I've been trying to learn things in life, and grow. Recent events like "break-ups" (but not really) and (re)new(ed) opportunities (but not really?), multiple deaths, sharing with roommates, old and new, facing my last year of school (God-willing), and such things have been pushing my buttons, but I'm not sure what those buttons do. Sometimes I feel like I'm learning, but sometimes I feel SO stagnant in life. I sit at this job all day accomplishing hardly anything, and I kinda just feel silly. I should be taking charge, making my life awesome, but I just look at inspiring photographs and wish I could do something. I'm always disappointed in my lack of doing, my lack of accomplishments. What have I to show for all my good intentions, huh? :/

I started writing a poem in my head this morning about stirring my coffee with a plastic knife from McDonald's, but didn't write it down. Trying to make my pitiful worklife into something more. I should attempt a rehash.

I like to stir my coffee with a plastic knife

or maybe I don't "like" to, but I do.

This horrible coffee that I share with one coworker,

the one who bought this tiny bucket

the one who talks about how expensive coffee is to buy

and I don't think he realizes buying in bulk is cheaper

and buy buying in bulk, I mean buying a regular size coffee.

I just accept the fact that there's not gonna be much coming out of this coffee pot

just a sorry excuse for caffeination.

So I'll buy the next one, which will be slightly more for at least twice the coffee,

and he'll think I'm crazy

and that it tastes too strong.

Oh, you mean it tastes like coffee, this time?

Only 8 1/2 more hours to go.

(that was nothing like it:)